The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ledger was bound in black leather, its spine cracked like old knuckles. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the Grand Archive, a room that smelled of dust and dried ink. He was a man of few words and many questions. Around him, shelves rose into the gloom, holding the records of the State. He worked for the Bureau of Continuity. His job was to ensure that the past remained fixed. No changes....

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